(Warning! Disgusting implications, possible OOC, and a traumatic C-section! Seriously, this chapter will most likely have a rushed feeling to it, and suffered for it!)
Silver looked up at her son entering the room, with a haunting look on her face. Her eyes followed him as he slowly approached the table she was sitting at.
Most would often show signs of improvement after an extended period of sobriety. Silver was not one of those people. Then again, she could also have attributed her poor condition to the life currently growing inside of her.
(WARNING! More torture, vile insults, and some other things that should not be said in polite company, if ever)
(WARNING! For dismemberment, infanticide, torture, rape with a sharp object, and…you know what? Just tread with caution if you think you can handle what I just said)
(WARNING! Another tantrum, insults and racist slurs, and murder! Let’s just say real life events have driven me to write part of this chapter in a dark bout of anger and other volatile emotions)
By the time Sinbad and shark got back to the house, Dennis had left the porch light on for them as a safety measure.
“Looks like he went to work,” Sinbad muttered to the exhausted man in the passenger seat. Shark didn’t respond. He merely stared blankly out the window.
He didn’t even react to the sound of Sinbad unbuckling their seatbelts.
(Warning! Another meltdown)
“Well, that looks to be the last of it,” Dennis said as he watched Sinbad and Blaise haul Lolly’s bed into the junk heap. It followed the rest of that which belonged to her.
Blaise scratched her head, looking over the furniture that now joined the rest of the junk. “Hey, Denny. Wouldn’t ya be better off selling yer daughter’s stuff instead of scrapping it?”
“Nah. Too many bad memories. I don’t want another family to have to own something of hers, and somehow suffer for it.”
(Warning! Vaguely described decapitation and verbal abuse throughout)
Shark was busy trying to open a package containing a cheap nutcracker ornament. He was so focused, he hadn’t noticed he’d knocked the tree over.
Across from him sat his teddy bear, seemingly watching him with its glassy eyes. For reasons known only to Shark, he’d pushed a case of other decorations in front of it.
(WARNING! Various horrible things said by a character!)
Shark and Sinbad listened to the commotion coming from the Interview room.
It seemed Lolly couldn’t be asked one question without flying off the handle. All they’d heard so far was her accusing her brother of ruining her life from day one.
“Guess she can’t let go of a grudge, huh?” Shark remained quiet. He didn’t like how she was trying to make him look like the villain.